Chapter 200: Damian Learns Sword Tomb Manners
Damian wiped the blood from his cheek with one finger and looked at the red stain on his fingertip.
His mouth twitched slightly. "Fine, fine. I understand. No more insulting the sacred sword graveyard."
The cold sword intent around him slowly faded.
Damian casually flicked the blood away and continued walking through the Sword Tomb like nothing had happened.
His steps were relaxed, but his eyes kept moving, scanning the countless swords around him.
Ancient sword Qi drifted through the air like thin mist.
Every breath felt slightly sharp.
Most ordinary cultivators would probably feel pressure just standing here, but Damian only rubbed his cheek and muttered, "Tsk. This place really has a bad temper."
A faint sword hum sounded nearby.
HUMM.
Damian immediately raised both hands. "Respectfully bad temper."
The sword hum quieted down.
Damian sighed.
"Damn. Even the dead swords here care about face."
He walked for a while before remembering the protection jade in his hand.
Earlier, Mirena had handed everyone one piece, but Damian had not bothered checking it carefully.
He lifted the jade and sent his Qi inside.
A simple message appeared in his mind.
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[Sword Tomb Information]
[Outer Sword Graveyard]
[Main Grade: Profound Grade]
[Danger Level: Low to Moderate]
[Suitable for Inner Disciples]
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Damian raised his brow. "Oh?"
More information appeared.
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[Inner Sword Region]
[Main Grade: Noble Grade]
[Danger Level: High]
[Sword Qi Density Increased]
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Damian’s eyes brightened slightly. "Noble Grade swords, huh?"
The jade continued.
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[Core Sword Domain]
[Main Grade: Royal Grade]
[Danger Level: Extreme]
[Environment May Be Changed by Sword Power]
[Sword Spirits May Appear]
[Only Strong Candidates Should Enter]
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Damian touched his chin.
Changed by sword power?
That sounded interesting.
The jade trembled faintly, and one final piece of information appeared.
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[Forbidden Deep Tomb]
[Main Grade: King Grade]
[Danger Level: Fatal]
[Entry Not Recommended]
[Protection Jade May Fail]
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Damian stared at the last line for a moment.
A normal person would have become cautious.
A smart person would have avoided it.
Damian, unfortunately, was neither normal nor properly smart.
"King Grade swords, huh? Now that sounds like something worth seeing."
He placed the protection jade at his waist and looked deeper into the Sword Tomb.
Far away, beyond the endless field of broken swords, the sky seemed darker.
The sword Qi there was thicker, colder, and far more dangerous.
The Sword Tomb was not just a single graveyard of blades.
It had zones.
The outer area was only the beginning, a vast gray land filled with broken swords, damaged blades, old sword Qi, and sleeping sword intent.
Farther inside was the [Inner Sword Region], where Noble Grade swords rested and the sword Qi became dense enough to pressure even strong candidates.
Beyond that was the [Core Sword Domain], where the land itself could change because of powerful swords. A sword might freeze an entire valley, burn a mountain black, split the sky with thunder, or turn a forest into sharp metallic trees.
As for the [Forbidden Deep Tomb], Damian could only see a distant shadow at the edge of his perception.
That place felt quiet.
Too quiet.
Even the sword Qi around it seemed afraid to move casually.
Damian smiled. "Outer area first. No need to rush."
A second later, he added shamelessly, "Good treasures must wait for handsome geniuses anyway."
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Damian slowly walked around the outer area.
After all, the Sword Tomb’s duration was quite long, so he could still enjoy his time.
As he looked around, he soon noticed that although the outer area only had Profound Grade swords, almost all of them were at least Top-Rank.
"No wonder ordinary disciples want to come here."
A Top-Rank Profound Grade sword might not mean much to someone like him anymore, but for most disciples, it was already a damn good treasure.
Not far away, Damian saw one disciple standing in front of a half-buried sword.
From his robes, he seemed to be an inner disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
The disciple looked young, nervous, and a little pale. Sweat covered his forehead as he stared at the sword in front of him with serious eyes.
Damian walked over casually.
The disciple heard the footsteps and quickly turned around.
The moment he saw Damian, his expression changed. "Senior Brother Damian?"
Damian nodded. "Mm. What are you doing here?"
The disciple immediately cupped his hands. "Senior Brother, I’m trying to obtain this sword."
Damian glanced at the sword, then looked deeper into the Sword Tomb. "Aren’t there better swords inside? Why stay in the outer area?"
The disciple smiled bitterly. "Senior Brother, I only got a quota by luck. My cultivation and sword intent are not that amazing, so I don’t dare go too deep."
He looked back at the half-buried sword and took a quiet breath. "For me, getting a Profound Grade sword here is already enough. Besides, swords from the Sword Tomb are usually better than outside swords of the same grade."
Damian nodded lightly.
That made sense.
Not everyone entered this place to chase Noble Grade, Royal Grade, or King Grade swords.
Some people only wanted something suitable enough to change their future a little.
Damian folded his arms and asked, "Can I watch how you get the sword?"
The disciple froze for a moment, clearly surprised.
A second later, he quickly nodded. "Of course, Senior Brother. Feel free to watch."
Damian nodded and stepped to the side. "Don’t mind me. I’m just watching."
The disciple took a deep breath and turned back toward the sword.
He slowly placed both hands together, closed his eyes, and released a thin thread of sword Qi.
The half-buried sword trembled faintly.
HUMM.
Damian’s eyes moved slightly. "Oh? So this is how ordinary disciples communicate with swords."
The disciple’s forehead became wetter, but he did not stop.
The buried sword slowly released a dim silver glow.
Damian watched quietly, his shameless expression fading slightly.
For once, he looked serious.
The disciple’s sword Qi was weak.
Very weak compared to Damian’s current power.
Yet it was also steady.
He did not force the sword, did not rush, and did not greedily try to pull it out immediately.
He only stood there patiently, letting his own sword Qi touch the sword bit by bit.
The silver glow around the half-buried sword became brighter.
The disciple’s breathing grew heavier.
His hands trembled, but he gritted his teeth and endured.
Damian rubbed his chin.
"So it’s not just about strength. The sword has to accept him."